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Second Helpings
By John Brehm
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
or rather both sleeves, since
it's usually broken.
Sometimes when I join my hands
to pray, the jagged edges
briefly touch,
like a plate that fell and cracked
apart from being asked
to hold too much.
I lurked about here for a couple days now... I suppose I'd tell you more about me, but sometimes I can't find the right words. Perhaps this is why I posted up this poem, because it somehow gives you an idea of me and why I lie awake at 2am.
They said that 2am is not for the lovers asleep in each arms, because 2am belongs to us.
No, I am not always sad. I laugh at jokes and smile at funny things too. I feel other things than lonely. But feelings and other things are somewhat like food. Best served fresh and piping hot, sometimes over coffee or tea and best shared with somebody you love (including platonically).